Bonfire Surprises Poetry Competition

Winning Poem

November by Stacey James

The moon staring above
in a star speckled sky.
Below the crackling of wood
with flames licking high.
A world of fantasy
that's orange and yellow.
A witch on a broomstick
or maybe it's a fellow.
In a blackened hat
and billowing cloak,
weaving a torch
so I almost choke.

Is that a cat I spied?
Now that my eyes are clear
sitting next to the stick
a paw swiping its ear.
Was it for real,
all that was seen?
Or perhaps it was just
a November dream.

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